Come Dear Sister

2. The Case of Christ, Part 1

We had been traveling all day before settling in a small town in southern Missouri. Blayne had yet to find a case but it didn't usually take long to find one. I had noticed a motel just outside of the town,and we'd settled in for the night. Out of habit, we'd brought in a duffle bag of weapons.

Blayne had been sharpening his knife for half an hour before I spoke. "I'm going for a drink," I announced, getting up and grabbing my leather jacket. He moved to his laptop suddenly and typed something in.

"Give me a minute, I'll come with ya." He looked up from his computer and smiled gently. God, he was so fucking adorable. It took all my will power to say no.

"I need some time to think, by myself," I trailed. He nodded quickly in understanding and went back to his research. I grabbed his keys and muttered something about being home soon before leaving, the door slamming behond me.

When I got to the bar, Rusty Shackles, I saw that just aboit no one was there. I walked inside and was immediately greeted with Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire and air heavy with smoke. I took a deep breathe in, letting the niccotine work it's magic.

I wasn't a hard smoker, but when the goin gets tough you need an outlet. Some people take breaks but me, I favor the booze, sex, and smokes approach. Or the occasional fight, those are really good for stress.

I looked around and realized it wouldn't be any of the latter so booze it is. The bartender was a cute pixie looking girl, definately Blayne's type. I'd have to remember to get her number for him. "3 shots of vodka please." Smiling, she shook her head.

"I'm going to need some ID sugar," a smirk was plastered to her pretty face. This girl was easily my age and the flirtatiousness in her voice was undeniable. Sorry Blayne, maybe next time. Flashing her a smirk of my own I handed her 'my' ID. "Sarah O'Connor?" Her dirty blonde eyebrow raised, causing her piercing to glint in the half light.

"That's me," I challenged. Sitting down on one of the stools, I was able to fully appreciate her skin tight black t-shirt and faded jean shorts. Damn, those legs. She was leaning back against the other side of the bar, giving me a good view of her body. "How bout them drinks?" I flirted.

"Coming right up," she turned and grabbed three glasses. I glanced at my phone and saw seven missed calls from Bobby. Two were from an unknown number and one was from John's phone. I sighed in dismay and shook my head. "Family trouble?" She asked after making my drinks. I downed one of them and looked at her.

"That obvious?" I grimanced and moved to grab another.

"You know what you need? Hot, angry, unattached sex." She grinned at me devilishly. Ah what the hell, why not?

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The next morning I woke up in a strange bed, a woman draped over my stomach. Without thinking I threaded my hand through her hair, playing with it as I picked up my phone and called Blayne.

"Evan?" He questioned groggily. "What happened to being home soon?"

"Sorry, I got tied up last night. I'll be over in a bit." I whispered so I wouldn't wake the sleeping beaute.

"Okay, but hurry. I've got a case." He said before hanging up. Someone's grumpy in the morning. I looked down and sighed before scooting out from under her sleeping form and slipping on my clothes. Being the wonderful person I am, I made her breakfast crepes and left a note.

Give me a ring, I'll be here for awhile.

-S 816-304-7075

I smiled to myself as I slipped out the front door and walked to Blayne's 1970 Monte Carlo. God I missed my baby, I should have grabbed her when I stormed out. Oh well, I'll just have Blayne grab her for me the next time we're over there. Whenever that is.

I zoomed down the street, guessing on where the motel was. After 15 minutes and a few wrong turns, I found the familiar Motel 8 sign and pulled in. Blayne was sitting on the curb drinking what could only be his girly ass chai tea.

I slammed the driver door closed and grumbled to myself about wishing the sun would cease to exist. Blayne was unnaturally happy in the morning, like he was all 'the grass is green and the sky is blue and I love life'. He smiled as I approached, earning him a sarcastic smile and the favourite of my fingers. "Now love, that's not very nice."

"Whatcha got, Blayne?" I plopped down next to him, not caring if my jeans got wet. He handed me a manila foulder and I raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

"Just read the damned thing already. It's not gunna kill ya for god's sake," he snapped impatiently. I stuck my toungue out at him teasingly before turning my attention back to the papers in my lap. I opened it quickly and began flipping through the printed articles. "I mean, this is sad and all, but it hardly seems supernatural." I studied an article about reconstruction after a tornado. He huffed and snatched the paper from my hands.

"On the bottom, see?" He said pointing to an article on the very bottom corner of the page.

Local Pastor's Wife Commits Suicide

On Sunday night shortly after the Hope of Christ's annual banquet Mrs. Jackie Clemmens was witnessed leaping from a third story window and broke her neck. Eyewitness Suzah Brookes says, "Jackie seemed fine all evening. While we were cleaning up after the banquet she said she needed to get some things from upstairs... Next thing I know outside people are screaming and shouting. When I went to go see what happened I saw her in the grass."

Mrs. Clemmins had been married for 30 years and was a respected member of the community. The viewing will be held on Wensday at 6:30. The service will be held at Stonehedge Funeral Home. Continued on page 4

Needless to say, I did not continue on page four. "Still not seeing the supernatural influences."

"Dammit Evangiline! Shut the hell up and listen." He yelled. I glared at him bit kept my mouth shut, knowing his patience was running thin. "Remember the gig in Washington before I left where the demon was possesing people and having them murder their kids? I think it's like that, only instead its suicide." He finished quickly and studied my face for a response.

"Okay, so Mister Detective has anyone else been targeted other than Old lady Clemmins?" I gave in knowing full and well he already thought of this.

"Jocelyn Chambers, Judith Cannon, and Joyce Cread. All of them were married, Joice had two daughters, and Judith was expecting twins."

"Hm, so other than the initials they have almost nothing in common."

"Their all girls," he offered helpfully.

"Gee Blayne, real helpful." I muttered with sarcasm oozing from my voice. He flashed me an innocent smile and continued.

"I think we should go check it out. It's only two towns over so we can be there and back in no time."

"What if other people are already on it?" I was weary even of the idea of seeing the Winchesters again.

"Then we come back here and find a new job." He was right, we could just go and check it out for now it wasn't all that hard.

"Fine, but you drive and I pick the music." He groaned but nodded forlornly, knowing eventually I'd get my way.

I slept most of the way there, only waking when Blayne tried to change the music. When we finally got to the tiny town I felt fully rested and energized as the energizer bunny. In other words I drank a Monster.

"Do you wanna start at the lady's house or the church?" I asked quickly, finishing my second can.

"Woah, slow the hell down Avs. Your going to make your heart explode." He chuckled slightly before continueing. "Let's start at the church." We drove around for a bit, looking for a sign that read Hope of Christ and coming up empty handed.